The Antecedent of a Storm

Great General's Mansion

Yang Heng was in excruciating pain. Although he was trying his best to endure it, a moaning sound came from his lips.

Beans of sweat continuously dripped from his forehead.

Feng Qingying, one day, I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces.

Yang Yuanzhi stood at the side, his face extremely ugly. Going out once, even his hands were chopped off, his children were actually so useless.

Whether he was optimistic or not, they were all vulnerable.

After Yang Heng finished bandaging his wound, Yang Yuanzhi waved the doctor away and stood in front of Yang Heng with his hands behind his back.

"Who is it this time?"

Seeing Yang Heng in such pain, Yang Yuanzhi did not show any signs of heartache.

Seeing that Yang Yuanzhi did not care about him, Yang Heng did not take it to heart.